Court of Appeal Justice Arthur Gilbert in a rare display of poor judgment shamelessly posts selected columns he has written for the Daily Journal during the last decade.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Boxer Dogs, Boxer Rebellion, and This…

When one, O.K. me, has written a
column for 28 years, readers come to know you, or wish they didn’t. From month to month you make and lose friends
and enemies. You appreciate the praise,
and bear the criticism. It is what judges
experience and, as they say, comes with the territory. After almost three decades, I seldom worry
about whether or not a topic “will play.” I simply write about the insights I gain
through my experiences, quotidian, or otherwise. These often involve personal anecdotes. One reader sent me an email thanking me for
offering him “insight into the mind of appellate court judges.” Fearing that my colleagues throughout the
state would seek a restraining order to prevent future columns, I wrote him to
explain that there is no generic appellate mind. We all do our best to decide cases in
accordance with the law and the standards of review. Incidents or ordeals in my life may affect how
I, not other judges, view the law.

The preceding paragraph was an explanation or, if
you will, a warning that the remainder of this column is about an intensely
personal matter… my undershorts. So last
Monday morning, I followed my normal routine‑‑crawled out of bed at 6:30 a.m., tended
to the usual morning matters, then grabbed my gym bag, packed with what I
thought were all the usual accoutrements, and hurried to the gym for a robust
workout. Half-undressed and standing at
my locker, I discovered I left my gym shorts at home. All I had were my boxer shorts, the ones with
the bright red and blue squares, the ones that prompted my buddies in the locker
room to torment me. Bummer! What to do?
Could I get away with wearing my boxer shorts? I went for it and glad I did. I learned something, proving what Marcus
Aurelius once told me over a beer at the Forum Bar, “Life is what our thoughts
make of it.”

For starters, no one seemed to notice my
shorts. But because of my predicament, I
was checking out everyone else’s shorts.
And I realized after so many years at the gym, this was the first time I
had ever thought about, let alone noticed, anyone’s shorts. I felt self-conscious glancing at other
people’s shorts. It was apparent that no
one other than I was looking at anyone else’s shorts. I am not sure this has anything to do with
etiquette or the concern that a below-the-belt observation could result in an
arrest. If on another day someone in my
line of vision had committed a crime in the gym while I was doing pushups, and
I was called as a witness to identify the person by the type of shorts the
culprit was wearing, I would be demolished on cross-examination. Let’s not even try to envision what that
crime might be. By the way, deciphering
the paragraphs of script tattooed on the backs of various gym members, a topic
we have explored in past columns, has not resulted in criminal prosecutions.

This awkward experience got me thinking
about the reliability of testimony. And
this in turn took me back to my college philosophy classes. For this I have to thank my pal Marcus. The beer was worth it. Do the facts that witnesses perceive exist
independently from their perceptions? What
do witnesses really see? To what extent
do their past experiences, concerns and wishes influence how they perceive the
facts? They might imagine what they
saw. Do facts exist apart from our
perception of those facts? Sort of like the
tree-falling-in-the-forest question.

I consulted my friend, eminent
psychoanalyst, Joye Weisel-Barth. In her
lectures and published papers, Dr. Barth posits that in the story of a
patient’s or any person’s past, the imagination plays a role, writing a new
story, growing out of one’s desires and ambitions. Of course the intimate relationship between
an analyst and a patient over a long period of time is far different than that
of an attorney and client, but there is one similar characteristic. The relationship involves a story about the
past. Barth explains that “the analyst
and the patient use their imaginations to filter experience, memories … and
specific explicit and enacted moments of experience.”

Similarly, I would argue that
imagination plays a role in the stories that are engendered though the
relationships between lawyers, clients, witnesses and judges. This should teach us not to be too smug or too
certain in how we interpret and relate these stories. An awareness of this phenomenon can bring us a
step closer to achieving justice.

But is the recollection of all facts subject to such
concern? What about establishing whether
or not a letter or contract exists, what some would call an irrefutable or
irreducible fact. If the letter or
contract is produced and is genuine, one’s imagination may not be a factor. Of course the interpretation of the words and
terms of a letter or contract is a different matter.

Speaking of letters, I want to share some exciting
news with you. I recently received an
email in letter form (exactly as I received it) from the “COPORATE HEAD OFFICE
of Citizen’s Bank of Canada,” informing me that “Twelve Million Six Hundred
Thousand United States Dollars has been approved and deposited few days ago
with our BANK” in my name by the “foreign debts settlement/compensation
committee of European Union and the Executive members of the World Bank, and
they instructed us to credit this fund direct to your private bank account with
immediate effect.”

Pardon the grammatical errors in the
email. No doubt “they” were excited
about my good fortune. And that’s not
all. The email goes on to inform me,
“Meanwhile, the good news about your fund now is that your compensation payment
file with some of the legal documents backing this fund has been forwarded to
the Canadian Ministry of Finance and the United Nations for final approval.” Yes, I know this news is too good to be true,
but the email says when they “hear” from me, they will proceed with the
transfer because “we were mandated to transfer this fund to you as one of the
beneficiary whom the name is listed in the World Bank foreign debts
settlement/compensation payment file.” Wow! And all I have to do is forward them personal
information including “Any of Your Identity Card.”

I told my friend Marcus Aurelius about
my good fortune. He brought up the
subject of my shorts.

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About Me

Justice Arthur Gilbert is the Presiding Justice of Division 6 of the California Court of Appeal, Second District. By day Justice Gilbert presides over his cases with quiet but firm dignity. The evening is a different story. He sheds his robe to become a probing columnist on a tireless quest to reveal little known facets of the justice system. For over two decades Justice Gilbert has written his column for the legal newspaper, The Los Angeles Daily Journal to a confused but devoted readership. This blog site contains selected columns from the more than 200 that have appeared in past editions of the Daily Journal.
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